A little writing, a little knitting, then probably a little more writing again. Or maybe it's the other way around...

Monday, November 5, 2007

Ignorance is Bliss

Today I'm working on a little presentation for my Theatre class about The Angel Project, a self-guided theatre installation/walking tour of New York that was held during the Lincoln Center Festival in 2003. As I've been reading reviews, there seem to be two major questions asked over and over:1. How do I tell who the "angels" are vs. who the normal people on the street are?2. Why can't I have this experience every day just by taking a deeper look at the world around me?That second question inspired me to take a few minutes and really appreciate the view from my kitchen table.

Just beyond my laptop I see a stack of school books that I still need to put away. And there's the paperwork from parent-teacher conferences that I still need to file. Is that a dirty sock one of the boys took off from church yesterday sitting on the dining table?!?!?

Maybe I should look out the window...

Uh oh. Oldest still needs to pick up the wood scraps from his latest project. And who left their socks under the trampoline? We have really got to get the leaves raked. It certainly wouldn't hurt to sweep the pine needles off the patio.

Perhaps I should try the kitchen again...

Oh crap. The laundry is staging a coup. There is dried scrambled egg on the counter because my children eat like farm animals. That plant is dying of thirst. I really need to mop this floor.

Oh, never mind...

I suddenly don't feel a need to appreciate my surroundings at all. I liked it better when my blinders were on.

Joyful Distractions

About Me

I am a slightly smart-alecky mom of five amazing kids and wife to the most patient man in the universe. Some days I want to take on the world, and other days I want to go back to bed and hide. I try to laugh about my adventures swinging back and forth between overwhelming optimism and the dark contrast of depression because if I don't laugh, I'll cry, and nobody wants to look like a mascara raccoon.